Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2012 17:08:45 +0000
From: william michael
Subject: A Most Unusual Boy, Chapter 2
A Most Unusual Boy
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Anthony stood at the free throw line on the little court that was in his
backyard shooting baskets as part of this daily exercise regime. He was
now three months past his fourteenth birthday. He was now six feet six
inches tall and a bit more and his weight was up to two hundred and sixty
pounds. In the year or more that had passed since he and his mother had
started having sex together it was also clear that other growth had taken
place and his cock was nearing eleven inches in length and had passed seven
in girth.
He had grown in other ways as well. His mother's policy of getting him out
of the house had begun to pay off. While he would most likely never be
able to stand being in a crowded concert arena, subway car or mall at
Christmas time, he was able to go into a supermarket with his mom during
off peak periods and as long as no one invaded his personal space, say a
circle three feet in radius with him at the center, he was okay.
He had also come to the notice of persons involved in local sports and it
made them quite unhappy that neither he nor his mother were interested in
getting him involved in basketball or football. In fact, his doctor
suggested such activities could cause issues with his joints due to his
continued growth. So it was that he was enjoying a bit of a lull in his
life, as he completed all the requirements for his high school diploma six
months ago and what direction his advanced education would take was still
in discussion.
In fact, his mother was at a meeting to discuss that very thing. He only
had two online freshman courses to work on so he had a lot of free time and
he spent part of it outside. He was about to take another shot when he
heard a strange voice behind him. He turned and saw a head poking up above
the hedges that separated his back yard from the next. The face was very
boyish, with long brown hair and a smile.
"Hi," the head said.
"Hello."
"My name is Trevor, what's yours?"
"Anthony."
"Hi Anthony, nice to meet you. What are you up to?" the head asked.
Anthony held up the ball. As usual, if action could replace words, it
would.
"You play on the high school team?" Trevor ask.
"No."
The boy looked quizzical and then the head disappeared. Moments later it
reappeared attached to a body that was walking up the side of Anthony's
yard. The boy was short, maybe five-six, and thin but wiry. He wore a
pair of longish shorts and a sleeveless shirt in a bright pale green. His
movements were very fluid and as Anthony watched him approach he began to
rethink that maybe Trevor wasn't so much boyish as girlish.
"How come you don't play? You certainly are big enough. Did you graduate
already?" "Yes."
"Oh, I wasn't sure how old you were."
"Fourteen."
Trevor's eyebrows shot up and he said,
"You finished high school at fourteen?"
"Thirteen, finished six months ago, home schooled."
"Wow, you must be really smart."
Anthony just nodded.
"You in high school?" he asked.
"Yes, not this one. I go to a private one, for kids interested in
performing and the arts. I want to be a dancer."
Anthony just nodded. Something about the boy tugged at him. He felt
something stirring, moving down his leg. His mom had to leave early this
morning so they had to postpone their usual wake up sex. He hadn't had to
jerk himself off in nearly a year, unless it was to entertain his mother,
who liked to watch while she rubbed herself to an orgasm. He turned to
face slightly away from the boy and tossed the ball at the hoop, dropping
it in cleanly.
"Nice shot. Can I try?" Trevor asked.
"Sure."
Anthony recovered the ball and handed it to the boy. From the look of it,
his one hand on the ball could have covered both of Trevor's that accepted
it. The smaller boy bounced the ball a couple of times and tossed it
toward the hoop. It arced up and came down hitting the rim and caromed
off. The boy shook his head and then darted after the wayward ball. Three
attempts later he was finally able to get one to drop although it bounced
off the rim a couple of times, paused, then dropped. Had it been a free
throw to win a championship game, it would have been a heart stopper.
"Well, finally," the boy said, looking at Anthony, his hands on his hips,
one pushed out sideways. "I'm really a good dancer, very coordinated, but
anything that requires a ball or whatever, just doesn't work."
Anthony had been watching the lithe boy darting about the little court and
something about the way he moved was having an affect on him. Despite the
baggy shorts, it was becoming obvious what was happening. Trevor's eyes
drifted down and then got very wide.
"Wow, is that what I think it is?"
"What do you think?" Anthony asked.
"I think that's a pretty big cock inside your pants."
Anthony just nodded. Trevor looked around and then darted to the back side
of the garage and looked. Then he waved Anthony over. Behind the garage
was a space about three feet wide that at one time had been paved over,
possibly with asphalt left over from the small basketball court. Trevor
grabbed Anthony's hand and pulled him back behind the garage and then ran
his hand over the massive bulge. He looked up at Anthony and asked,
"Has anyone ever played with this, maybe sucked it for you?"
Anthony just nodded.
"Can I? I love big cock and I'm really good, I promise."
Anthony nodded again. His erection was very painful at this point and it
would be hours before his mom would get home. Trevor smiled and crouched
down in front of him, rubbing the bulge and then taking hold of Anthony's
shorts and pulling them down. He took down the boxers too so that when the
waist band finally cleared the massive shaft and bulbous head it sprang
outward.
"Omigod, it's beautiful."
He tugged the shorts down to Anthony's ankles and then took the massive
dick reverently in both hands, feeling it's size and weight, looking at the
precum starting to ooze from the tip. The boy stuck out his tongue and let
the tip lap up some of the clear oily fluid.
"Hmmm," was all he said as his tongue then began a more thorough cleaning
of the big head.
A few sucking kisses were added and for a brief moment, the whole head
disappeared into his mouth, where his tongue played with the slit. For
Anthony's part he just stood there, towering over the smaller boy, enjoying
the experience but thinking about it too. He wasn't concerned that it was
another boy doing the sucking and licking. He knew that went on a lot. He
did notice that it wasn't nearly as much fun as when he did it with his mom
but he had a feeling there were other considerations there.
Trevor, meanwhile, began to warm to his task. His small hands began
stroking the massive shaft and he would alternate between licking the
exposed areas and sucking on the head and a few inches of shaft. Then he
pressed the massive cock up against Anthony's body and he worked over the
low hanging, but hairless, ball sack with his lips and tongue. Anthony had
to admit that this all felt very good and maybe it wasn't always necessary
to have such an attachment to who you were having sex with. Maybe you
could just do it for the fun of it.
At one point, Trevor let go of the big cock, leaving just the head in his
mouth and he worked his own shorts down over his slim hips to free his
cock. Anthony could see that it wasn't all that big but apparently Trevor
enjoyed stroking it while sucking on Anthony's dick. The bigger boy
decided to lend a hand so he took hold of his shaft at the base and held it
out so that Trevor's one hand and mouth could keep it under control.
It took probably twenty minutes before Anthony felt his balls begin to
tighten and that familiar tingle began to build at the base of his cock.
He began to grunt and apparently Trevor was experienced enough to know what
was coming so he slid his lips up until only about half the head was in his
mouth and his hand stroked quickly on the slick surface of the shaft. His
other hand was working hard on his own dick.
Finally, Anthony gave a final louder grunt and his hips bucked and he fired
off his first shot. The volume and force was enough to cause Trevor to
back off and the subsequent shots hit his face, neck and upper chest.
There was so much cum, he was amazed, but also extremely excited and he
began to pump his own load onto the asphalt. It was a pretty respectable
load. When he was done, Anthony stepped back a bit, his cock slipping from
Trevor's mouth and hand to lie hanging half way out over his ball sack.
Trevor was a mess but he was smiling and laughing a bit.
"Son of bitch, that was amazing. What a load. When was the last time you
got to cum?"
"Last night."
"Really? Damn. Hey look, I'm only here for a week. I'm on break from
school and visiting my aunt and uncle next door. Can we get together
again? This wasn't too weird for you, was it?"
"No, it was fun. Yeah, we can."
"Oh, man, that's great. I'll listen for you and come over when I hear you.
Can I use your hose, I gotta clean this off."
Anthony nodded and as he tucked his softening cock back in his shorts,
Trevor stood up and pulled his own pants up and then hurried out to the
hose at the back of the house. He cleaned of his face and then ran the
hose on the front of his shirt.
"Won't they notice?" Anthony asked.
"It's okay, I'll just say we were shooting a lot of baskets and I got all
sweaty and rinsed off. No worries."
"Okay."
"Hey, this was great. See you tomorrow," the boy said, flashing a smile and
then darting out of the yard.
And that's the way it went for the week. He, of course, told his mother
all about it the first night, and it got her very excited. She was pleased
when she heard that Anthony thought it was much better with her, but she
liked the idea that her son was broadening his horizons and had let someone
else get that close to him. So she had no objections to Trevor's visits
and kept a low profile when he was in the backyard.
On the boy's last day, things took an interesting turn. As usual, Trevor
played with Allan's dick to get it hard and then pulled it out, and after
some sucking and stroking pulled his pants down to jack himself off. A
thought had occurred to Anthony during the week and he knew this was his
last chance. So without warning he reached down, grabbed the boy under the
arms as he had his mother that time and lifted him easily into the air
until the boy's hard cock was in front of his mouth.
Trevor let out a small yelp but when his cock disappeared into the large
boys mouth he let out a sigh and enjoyed the ride. But he wanted that big
dick in his mouth too so he put his legs against Anthony's chest, and
pulled his cock from the boy's mouth.
"Turn me upside down. Let me suck your cock while you suck mine."
Anthony considered this and then with a shrug spun the boy around so that
he was head down. Trevor put his legs on Anthony's shoulders and his cock
was pulled back into a warm wet place. He reached down and grabbed the
cock he craved and began sucking and stroking it again. Perhaps it was the
novelty or perhaps the fact that it was the last time but it didn't take
long for the boys' excitement to overcome them and the cum began to fly.
Trevor couldn't hope to swallow anything so he let the big dick hose his
face with cum while he felt Anthony manfully swallow his whole load. When
each boy had stopped cumming, Anthony swung the smaller boy down and set
him on his feet.
"Wow, that was amazing. Geez, the guys at school would love you. I wish I
could stay longer but I'm leaving for the airport in a couple of hours. I
better get cleaned up. Oh, wait a minute," Trevor said as he reached down
to his pants and fished out a cellphone.
He took hold of Anthony's still engorged cock and snapped a picture of it.
He smiled up at Anthony and said,
"No one will believe me without evidence. I hope you don't mind."
The bigger boy just shook his head in the negative. Trevor pulled up his
pants and hurried to the hose to clean up as best he could. Anthony had
followed along once he tucked his cock back into his shorts. Trevor gave
Anthony a quick hug and then hurried out of the yard. Anthony watched him
go and then walked into the house. His mother was standing in the kitchen,
a questioning look on her face.
"So, how was it? Did you give him a nice send off?"
"Fun, he seemed to like it."
"So, tell me, what did you two do out behind the garage?" she asked.
Anthony described in his clipped way what they had done. His mom's
eyebrows went up when he talked about flipping the boy around and sucking
his cock and swallowing his cum.
"Do you think you like sucking cock?" she asked.
"It's okay. I like doing it with you better."
This got him a big smile and a hug around the waist. She had him sit down
and she made him some lunch. It should be noted that as the year and more
that they had been having sex together, the dress code around the house had
gotten very relaxed. It was much more usual that they would be naked as
long as no one was expected. Since his mom knew that Trevor was going to be
around she had bowed to caution and put on a pair of tight shorts and a
tank top.
Anthony watched her as she walked around the kitchen, enjoying how various
parts of her moved around under the brief clothing. When she put the plate
down next to him she leaned her hip into his arm and draped her arm around
his shoulder. As he ate she caressed his head, running her fingers through
his hair. When he was done, he took a drink, wiped his mouth and then
looked at his mother who brought her lips to his and began to run her hands
over his chest.
His hands came up to rub her bare thighs and covered ass. As the kissing
became more intense, he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of
her shorts and began tugging them down. She wiggled her hips to help and
quickly she was naked from the navel down. In return she broke off the
kiss and began tugging his shirt up over his head. Then off came her shirt
and for a little while Anthony had his lips locked on one nipple or the
other, licking and sucking as his hands squeezed her bare ass cheeks.
All the while his mom had been trying to get his pants unzipped but was
having trouble. Finally she pulled his head back and said, "Hold on a
second there, baby, let me get these shorts out of the way."
While she unbuttoned and unzipped he lifted his ass off the chair and she
was able to pull them down past his knees whereupon she took hold of his
rapidly inflating dick and began to stroke it. He kicked his sneakers and
the pants the rest of the way off. They were both fully naked and hungry
for each other.
The kissing resumed while hands roamed over naked skin. Anthony had pushed
his chair back so that his mom could swing her leg over his lap and sit
down. She pushed her full tits against his smooth bare chest and was
humping her equally smooth bare pussy against the base of his cock. Their
tongues were dueling and the kitchen was full of the sounds of moaning and
murmuring. When all the rubbing had them both worked up to a fever pitch,
his mom pulled her mouth off of his and she said,
"Oh, baby, you feel so good against me. You and your little friend from
this morning have given me an idea. Come with me, lover."
She got up off his lap, her pussy wet and his cock shiny where she had been
rubbing up against it. He stood up and she took hold of his massive dick
and used it to guide him into the living room. She brought them to a halt
under the section of the ceiling that was vaulted and gave them more
headroom.
"Baby, I want you to lift me up and spin me around like you did with your
little friend. Okay?"
He nodded and gently lifted her off the floor and then pivoted her around
in mid air so that her pussy was in front of his face. Her legs came down
and wrapped around his head and her hands took hold of his cock and brought
it to her mouth so she could start licking and sucking. Her legs pulled
her pussy against his mouth and he began to lick and suck the lips and
clit.
His mom weighed even less than Trevor so he had no trouble keeping her up,
particularly with the help her legs were giving him. And with her mouth
and hands she had no trouble keeping him up. Despite having shot a major
load all over Trevor a short while ago, his cock was hard and dripping.
They continued like this for maybe ten minutes or so and then his mom
pulled of his dick and said,
"Sweetheart, you need to turn me right side up. I'm starting to get a
headache."
She released her legs from around his head and he gently brought her to
where she was eye to eye with him. He could see her face was a red from
being upside down.
"Whew, that was interesting. It doesn't matter what position I'm in, your
tongue feels so good in my pussy and your cock is heaven in my mouth. Now,
let's try something else," she said as she put her arms around his
shoulders and her legs around his waist. "Take hold of your cock and bring
the head up to my pussy. OH, yes, that's right, baby. Hmm, now move it
back and forth, ooooooo. Now, just hold it right there and I'll just
settle down."
With that she relaxed her hold and let her body begin to settle down. As
the head began to push her pussy lips aside she began moaning. Nothing
felt as good to her as that big bulbous head pushing it's way inside her.
She clung to his shoulders and continued to let her body weight impale her
on her son's massive cock. He watched silently as her eyes closed and her
head hung back as the last few inches slid up inside her soaking pussy.
She hung suspended like that for a few minutes and then began to flex her
legs to get some up and down movement. Anthony thought she could use some
help so he got his arms under her legs, grabbed her ass with both hands and
began to lift her up and down nearly the full length of his dick. All that
dick sliding in and out of her sent wave after wave of overwhelming
sensations through her body and she began to squeal. Anthony loved how her
pussy made his cock feel, the tingle that spread to his balls. He also
liked the view he was getting of his mother's bouncing tits.
He planted his feet a bit more firmly and prepared himself to let his
mother ride for as long as she needed. It wasn't all that long but it was
long enough for her to experience two gut wrenching orgasms and as she
approached a third, Anthony knew he was going to join her. He grunted and
said,
"Going to cum, Mom."
Whether it was the grunt or the words, without opening her eyes she lifted
herself completely off his dick and then trapped it between the two of
them. Her pussy, especially her clit, rubbed against the bottom of his
massive shaft and it sent her over the edge and her squealing was louder
and more urgent. Anthony's big balls pulled up tighter and his cock began
to spew his heavy load up between them. Thick white cum splashed on her
tits, his chest, and even his chin. It dripped down between them until it
hit where their lower abdomens were touching.
After his balls were drained and she had returned to the here and now, his
mom opened her eyes and smiled lazily. When she saw the blob of cum on his
chin she leaned in an licked it off, then planted her lips on his and
pushed a little of it into his mouth. Then she pulled back and said,
"Baby, that was so wonderful. Now see if you can get us both on the floor
without dropping me."
Without a word, Anthony got down on his knees and then settled onto his
back, his mother resting on top. She moved her legs so she was stretched
out on him, his big cock still trapped between them. He resumed his hold
on her ass as she began to squirm, rubbing his heavy cum load on both their
bodies. She looked at him and said,
"Oh, god, the things I want to do with you. Your mother is such a slut."
She resumed kissing him and they stayed like that for some time. Then it
was time for a shower, and that lasted longer than usual with mom screaming
out another orgasm courtesy of two big fingers in her pussy and one in her
ass. Anthony took great pleasure in making his mother happy.
A week or so passed after his last encounter with Trevor when another
intrusion of sorts occurred in Anthony's life. He had finished his course
work for the morning and was outside. The basketball was bouncing off the
asphalt or the backboard but he wasn't paying particular attention. He
needed to write a paper to complete the work for one of his courses and he
was writing it in his head as he tossed the ball up almost automatically.
He must have been concentrating too deeply on a particular phrase because
he completely missed the backboard and the shot wound up rolling down the
driveway toward the street.
As he turned to go after it he saw that he needn't bother. Coincidentally,
or not, someone was bending down to retrieve it just as it got to the
sidewalk. When she stood up he could see she was a tallish girl, maybe
five nine or ten, red hair cut short, wearing shorts with a long tailed
short sleeve shirt that must have been two sizes too big. She had a
messenger style bag over her shoulder and as she looked up the driveway,
ball in hand, she smiled.
"Guess this is yours."
Anthony just nodded as he stood there. She tossed the ball to him and he
fielded it with one hand.
"So, you must be the guy that lives here with his mom, right?"
He just nodded again.
"Oh, sorry, that was kinda rude. I'm Jessie. I live down the block and a
couple of houses up on the next street. I've seen you walking around the
neighborhood with your mom," she said as she walked up the drive and held
her hand out.
Anthony held out his and when she took it to shake, it nearly engulfed her
hand.
"Anthony," was all he said.
"Okay, hi Anthony, nice to meet you."
He let go of her hand and he started to walk back toward the yard. He
liked the way her hand felt in his and somehow that disturbed him. From
what he knew he saw that she was a pretty girl although he wondered why she
tended to stay hunched over like she did. For whatever reason the girl
didn't take his movement as a dismissal but more of an invitation to follow
him into the backyard. She was in fact, curious about the 'giant of Elm
Street' as some of the neighbors referred to him.
A lot of rumors had begun floating around when Anthony and his mom had
first started walking around the neighborhood and she wanted to know what
the real story was. When Anthony squared up to take his next shot he saw
Jessie standing on the side of the court and it surprised him a little. He
took the shot and sunk it cleanly.
"Nice shot. Do you play for a private high school around here? I've never
seen you at school."
"No, home schooled," he answered.
"Oh," she replied, getting an idea about the towering figure in front of
her, and getting it all wrong.
"Done now."
"Um, done with what?" Jessie asked.
"High school."
"Oh, I guess that would make you like eighteen or something? I'm sixteen,
like three months ago," she offered.
Anthony took another shot, again, sinking it cleanly. Then he turned and
shook his head.
"No, I'm fourteen. Finished six months ago. Doing some college stuff."
Jessie regarded him wide eyed, reshuffling her first impressions, mostly
into a mental garbage can.
"Geez, you must be some kind of genius or something."
Anthony just shrugged. Then Jessie's eyes lit up and she said,
"Hey, if you've finished high school, you've gone through all that biology
stuff, right?"
He nodded.
"Could you help me with something, please. I'm trying to study for finals
and I have so much trouble trying to memorize all that stuff. It's like I
can remember small chunks long enough to do okay on a test, but trying to
keep all of it up here for a comprehensive final is making me crazy."
Anthony held the ball and looked at the girl, her pretty face having taken
on an almost pleading look. Sort of like his mom when she really needed
him to make her cum. He nodded and started walking toward a small picnic
table that was under a tree near the back of the house. What he didn't see
was the look of relief on the girl's face, partly because she was going to
get some help, and partly because she was staying outside. He may be
intelligent and quiet but he was also pretty imposing, and intimidating, to
be standing near.
"Your book?"
"Oh, sure," she said, pulling out her textbook and her notebook.
For the next hour the two teenagers sat side by side at the table, a small
space between them as Anthony, using clipped sentences, notes, and
diagrams, showed the girl how she could organize terminology and group
words and create memory aids to keep it all making sense and much easier to
remember. For her part she began to realize this was one really smart guy,
who also seemed very gentle considering his size. The way his big hands
handled books, paper and pens seemed very deliberate as not to damage
anything.
For his part, Anthony noticed she was pretty quick on the uptake,
enthusiastic to learn what he was trying to show her, and that she smelled
really good. Again this was something that disturbed him somehow. At the
end of the hour Jessie said,
"Gee, Anthony, this has been so terrific. You've been a big help. It's
getting to be time for me to get home. Would it be okay if I stopped by
tomorrow? I'm going to try all this tonight and see how it works out. I
might need some more help."
He simply nodded, and even offered a small smile.
"Thank you so much, you're so nice to do this," she said and reached out
and squeezed his hand and then she was up and on her way down the driveway,
Anthony watching her as she went.
Later, when his mother returned, she asked him how his afternoon had gone
and his answered surprised her.
"I met a girl."
"Really? And how did that come to occur?" she asked, her eyebrows up and
her mouth forming an amused smile.
"Ball got away from me."
"And?"
"She picked it up before it rolled into the street."
"And does this young lady have a name?"
"Jessie."
"Did you talk?"
"Yes. She needed help with Biology."
It took about five minutes but his mom finally got all the details she
needed. Anthony gave her a funny look.
"Is that okay?"
"Okay?" she said with a laugh. "Of course it's okay. Sweetheart, the
whole idea of us getting you outside and around town this last year was so
that this sort of thing could happen."
She walked over to where he sat and she perched on his lap, her arms around
his shoulders.
"I love you more than I would ever have thought it would be possible. And
I love the way it feels when we have sex together. But I can't be selfish
and think I can keep you all to myself forever. I want you to have friends
and I want you to have someone special in your life. I'll always be your
mom but there are other things you need. Even if Jessie is only a friend
and that's all, that's still a wonderful thing."
She tilted his head and she kissed him soundly and then slid off his lap so
she could get changed, that is, strip down to bare skin, and start dinner.
He did the same and as they worked together in the kitchen there was a lot
of bumping, caressing and fondling. After they ate they sat on the couch
together, his mom all snuggled up within the circle of one of his big long
arms. She had one hand lightly stroking his bare thigh while the other
held his hand. After a time, she looked up at him and said,
"Sweetheart, I need to tell you something. I haven't been exactly truthful
with you recently."
He looked down at her, his expression inviting her to continue.
"You see, like you found your little friend a couple of weeks ago, I found
one not long after I started having these meetings at the University to try
and set up a program for you to pursue your degree," she said as she
shifted around a bit so she could look at him more directly. "She's a
graduate student interested in education for exceptional children and she
took an interest in your situation. And I guess an interest in me."
As her hand brushed over his thigh, the back of it rubbed on his cock and
it began to stiffen and grow.
"She's a cute little thing. About my height but not the curves," she said
with a smile. "She invited me to lunch about a week after we met. She has
an apartment near the school and we went there after we ate. She was very
seductive but I wasn't really trying to resist."
"Fun?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, very. Like you said about that Trevor boy. Fun, but different
than you and I. Are you upset?" she asked.
"No," he said, shaking his head a bit, which meant a very definite no.
"Could have told me sooner."
"Yes, I should have."
"Tell me now," he said.
"What?"
"Tell me what you did the first time."
"Oh, of course," she replied and then proceeded to tell him in fulsome
detail how the young grad student had slowly made it clear that she was
very attracted to Anthony's mom and that it would feel so good for the both
of them to be naked on her bed.
The story contained details of much kissing and caressing, slow removal of
clothes, exploration of naked skin, hard nipples, wet lips, upper and
lower, and a number of orgasms to include a big one involving a double
headed dildo and a tribbing session. By the time she mentioned the long
slow kissing with the still naked girl at the door to the apartment as she
was leaving, Anthony's mom's hands were full of thick hard cock and her own
pussy was grinding on his thigh.
When she stopped talking her lips moved to press against the boy's and in a
moment two wet tongues were wrestling. This didn't go on for too long as
both lovers wanted their mouths somewhere more exciting, so Anthony slid
down on the couch and then lifted his mother so that her pussy was on his
mouth and her lips were kissing and sucking in the head of his cock.
"Oh, lover, yes. Her pussy was so tasty but your cock is just so much
better. I will always want this cock in my mouth and pussy."
Anthony chose to answer by shoving his tongue up inside her drenched pussy
which caused her to yelp and moan around his cock. He used his tongue on
her pussy lips, on her clit as well as her asshole and the stretch of
sensitive skin between the two. She wanted to writhe her hips to rub all
over his face but those two big hands on her ass cheeks kept her fixed in
place as he assaulted her aggressively.
As she screamed out her second orgasm of the session around his cock she
finally pulled off and said,
"Oh, god, baby. Please, take me to my bed and fuck me senseless."
"Okay.".
With that positive response she slid off her son's body and held out her
hands to him. There was no way she could have pulled him off the couch on
her own but it was a gesture so he grabbed her hands and levered himself
off the couch. Then he picked her up and with her cradled to his chest
walked into her bedroom. For the next forty five minutes his massive dick
was sawing in and out of her pussy. They did switch around a bit so that
for about fifteen minutes he fucked her from behind with her on her hands
and knees. But she liked kissing him too much for that to last so the
ended up face to face, him contorted slightly so that his cock was balls
deep but they could still kiss. Finally, not long after her second orgasm
since he started fucking her he grunted, pulled out and with one hand
guiding, he sprayed his massive load all over his mother's torso, tits and
even her face.
When he was done, he settled back on his heels and she treated him to the
sight of her scooping up a good deal of the spent cum and licking it off
her fingers. When she had had enough she patted the bed next to her and
Anthony stretched out on his back and his mother wrapped herself over him
as best she could and joined together but what cum was left, they both
drifted off to sleep. They didn't wake up until mid morning and they were
still in the same position. Their morning shower was long and steamy,
mother paying particular attention to getting her son nice and clean. They
had breakfast and Anthony worked on his paper while his mom did housework,
naked. It was a testament to the boy's powers of concentration that he
only looked up once to watch her naked ass flex as she walked past.
He made sure he was in the back yard when he thought Jessie should be by
and he wasn't disappointed. The tall girl, wearing a similar oversized
shirt walked up the driveway, smiling but with that same stooped walk. He
gestured toward the table and they sat down. As Jessie pulled out her
books he looked up towards the kitchen window and saw the shade twitch, so
he knew his mother had at least seen her.
This pattern proceeded through the end of the week. Each day after school,
Jessie arrived in the back yard and they worked through the material she
needed to memorize for her Biology final. Unlike the first day, Jessie
approached the task with optimism. As each day passed her answers to
Anthony's quiz questions were provided with greater confidence and speed.
She even stopped by on Saturday although they tended to spend more time
just chatting or shooting some baskets. She wasn't bad. One topic did come
up related to schoolwork.
"Um, Anthony. Ya know, next year I'll be taking chemistry. You have to do
a lot of memorizing for that too, right?"
He nodded as he eyed the basket from the free throw line.
"This stuff we're doing should help with that, right?"
Again, he nodded. Swish.
"But if I need help, would you be willing..." she let it tail off as he
turned to look at her.
"Sure."
She smiled back at him and then with a funny look she walked up to him and
wrapped him in a hug. It was a good hug. She was tall and had long arms
and when he wrapped his arms around her she sort of snuggled in against
him. He and his mom had had a really vigorous night last night so for the
moment the giant lay sleeping.
"Gee, on top of everything else you give good hugs," she said.
"I like hugs," he replied.
She looked up at him and laughed.
"Most guys wouldn't have the nerve to admit to that."
He just shrugged and then something occurred to him. It seemed like there
was an awful lot of something pressing against his torso. He looked down
questioningly and Jessie went red and pushed back against his arms which he
dropped immediately.
His expression went from curiosity to concern and he said nothing. She
turned and walked back to the table and sat down and made a show at
shuffling some papers. Anthony followed but instead of sitting next to her
he sat across the table and waited. After a few minutes she looked over at
him and appeared to want to say something but stopped. Finally she said,
"Let me ask you something. Do you think you're different? From most other
people?"
He nodded and said,
"Sure."
She nodded a bit and then said,
"Maybe you'd understand this then," she said with a sigh.
She unbuttoned the oversized shirt held it open, her shoulders back. As
she pulled her shoulders back he noticed a twinge but then his attention
focused elsewhere. While the tshirt she wore underneath was a crew neck it
didn't disguise the fact that she was a very well endowed young lady,
extremely so. Anthony didn't know anything about bra sizes, but the one
she was wearing was well up the scale. He took this all in and then looked
up at her face. There was a challenge there, as well as a question.
"You're different than most."
"You think?" she replied a bit sarcastically.
Anthony took in a deep breath and then said,
"Dilemma."
"Whose, yours or mine?"
"One each."
Jessie had gotten used to his clipped manner of speaking but this was
getting away from her.
"What do you mean?"
"Mine is I think you are very pretty," he said, taking a breath "but those
make you uncomfortable, yes?"
"When people stare at them," she said, "but you haven't been, so thank you
for that."
"If I say, you look good, and you do, you get mad at me."
"You mean that don't you. You like the way I look, even with all this, but
you don't want to say it if you think I'll take it wrong and be upset."
"Yes."
She smiled a bit and said,
"You're very sweet, you know that?"
Again a shrug.
"Whats my dilemma?"
"You're pretty, people notice, all of it. Makes you uncomfortable."
"Yes, and?"
"You can't hide what you are."
She looked down at her chest.
"They are part of you, part of what you are," he finished.
"Yeah, a big boobed freak."
The sound of his big hands slapping down on the table startled her.
"No. You are smart, kind, pretty, but no freak."
She stared at this gentle giant and wondered what went on behind those
brown eyes.
"Three boobs, a freak, maybe, but not just two big ones," he finished.
Her yes went wide at this comment and then she began to giggle and as she
did her shoulders moved back towards the stoop and she winced again.
"What?"
"I guess trying to hide all this gets to my shoulders and upper back after
a while."
Without a word Anthony stood up and walked around the table and stood
behind her. His two big hands came down on her shoulders and began to knead
the sore muscles. At first she resisted,
"Ow, ow, that hurts, oh, ooo, that feels better," and then she got quiet as
the his big thumbs began to work on a knot just above her shoulder blade.
Her head was hanging down as he continued to work the girl's sore muscles,
the only sounds were soft murmurs from her. He liked the idea that he was
able to help her feel better. When it finally felt like her muscles had
loosened and the knots were gone he stopped.
"Oh, my god, that was better than anything I've ever felt. Where did you
learn to do that?"
"Internet. My mom was having problems."
"Thank you so much, that feels much better," she said, leaning back against
his legs.
"Don't slouch anymore."
"But then people will stare."
"I know about staring," he said and she looked up at him. "They stare or
you hurt."
Despite the fact that he was standing directly over her and could see right
down to her chest, she knew he was looking right into her eyes. Who was
this kid, because by age he still was one. He moved aside and then sat
down and they spent the next hour or so talking, sharing details of their
lives.
She blossomed starting at thirteen and by the time she was fourteen and a
half she was wearing a 38DD bra. He had started growing early, slow but
steady, and still was. The doctor wasn't sure but he could go seven feet.
When she expressed the idea that he could be playing basketball he
explained about joint problems and the likelihood of permanent injuries.
By the time they were done, they both were thinking the same thought.
Neither had ever been this comfortable talking about what made them
different, unique. Jessie finally had to go. The family had plans for the
afternoon and evening. She said she would stop by Monday and let him know
how the exam went. She thanked him again for the massage, giving his hand
a squeeze.
He stood watching as she walked toward the driveway and saw her stop. She
had buttoned up the shirt but he saw that she was standing up straighter.
She turned and walked back to him, and stepped in to give him another hug.
He was glad to return one. She felt good against him but she finished
before any part of him began to react. With a last smile she left the
yard.
When he went into the house he found his mom at the computer and she turned
as he approached.
"Did you have a good morning, dear?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied, not offering anything more, since he thought what had
passed between him and Jessie should be private, at least for now,
His mom smiled and then she reached for his belt buckle.
"I'm glad dear, but mommy needs her big boy right now."
He smiled as she undid his shorts and pulled out his growing cock. He had
looked up the word and he had to agree, that maybe his mom was a little bit
of a slut after all. He really didn't mind.